Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.